Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.